Sometimes Words Aren’t Necessary
It was a few years ago now. The mistress was a tall German ex fashion model who took her profession very seriously. She said after our first session she’d had some muscle soreness from giving all the corporal and to combat that she’d taken up exercises in the gym. Well it worked.
During this session, the building was under repairs or renovations. Builders were working on the roof and during the session the clomp-clomp-clomp of their boots could be heard in the dungeon.
Well, if you’ve read my blog you know I have a significant belt fetish, and straps, and tawse too. I have a goodly collection and the Canadian prison strap is a feature. It is hard to say which are my favourites as they are all a little different but a common thing with them is that doubled belts make a nice loud crack when applied with force. When the perfect stroke is given, it sounds exactly like it should, like a gun shot almost.
Well, mistress was using a 2 inch wide doubled over belt on my butt and the cracks really were impressive. Her strength training sure was paying off and her enthusiasm meant she was throwing herself into it fully.
Then it happened. The builders started to use a nail guin. “POP” went the nail gun then “CRACK” went the doubled belt. This started to take on a life all its own. Mistress looked at me, I looked at her, then I smiled, then she smiled. She took that as a challenge. Each time the nail gun let one off, mistress wound up and strapped the belt down as hard as she could. Both echoed through the dungeon and down the corridor outside.
It was one of those moments where it’s not necessary to say anything. Besides I couldn’t as I was gagged.
Well, after a short while of this, the builders stopped. I said to my self, “naughty blighters, they’re listening” and that was what it felt like with just the sound of the belting happening. Mistress gave me a few dozen then selected another implement. in that short time of silence their clomping on the roof resumed. Maybe they were thinking about what was happening?